on The Mantle of Regard

 

 

BraveHeart

  

 

with Tears,  in His Eyes,  for He is crying Still,

yet with a Grace of Eden,  Her Knight of Hope

raises His Mighty Arm toward Paradise,  His

Brilliant Sword of Truth reflecting The Light

in His Eyes,  as He walks,  Ever closer,  to

where His Angel stands,  waiting,  upon

His Chariot of The Sun,  as He looks

into The Window of Her Eyes,  He

lays His Angel down,  At Last,

upon Avalon Again,  and as

He kisses Her so softly,

She dries The Tears

from His Eyes,

as She opens Her Heart,

and releases Her Love,  borne

on The Wings of Ten Thousand

Butterflies,  soaring through

The Gates,  of Dawn,

and once Again,

He whispers,

His Voice,

a Wonder

of Perfection,

as He regards His Legion of Pearls,  and

with a Wink of His Eye,  in The Time of a Promise,

His Sword begins to shimmer,  as if to crack The Sky,  while

      His Words wash over Them,  like Cool Water,  Look Homeward,  Angels . . .

 

 

from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Symphony of Moments

 

 

 

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